Текст песни Иван Плуталов - Авось

At sea, the salt and so to hell
Sea do not need to tears,
Sea do not need to cry.
Our faith rather calculation
We exports "maybe"
We exports "maybe"!

We few, we are terribly small,
And the worst thing that we are apart,
But of all the dens of all nightmares
We return to "maybe"

Instead flute podymem jar
To boldly lived,
To boldly lived.
Under the Russian flag heaven
And the motto "maybe"
And the motto "maybe".

We are few and we are less and less,
And sail broken through,
But the hearts of women forgetful
Do not forget the "maybe"!
Do not forget the "maybe"!

At sea, the salt and so to hell
Sea do not need tears
Sea do not need to tears ...
Our faith rather calculation
We exports "maybe"
We exports "maybe"!

From attacks on our shoulders
Oppression of the Earth's axis,
Oppression of the earth's axis!
Only our spine stronger
Do not bend, maybe!
Do not bend, maybe!

Instead flute podymem jar
To boldly lived,
To boldly lived,
According to the Russian St. Andrew's flag
And the motto "maybe"
And the motto "maybe"!
And the motto "maybe"
And the motto "maybe"!